GDC 148

Whitley set down the cold lemonade and snacks on the table, bowed politely, and left the room.

A few minutes earlier, Bennet had rushed in with ten maids to clean and tidy the room, making it look as neat as if it had been prepared in advance.

Prince Lucion, sitting in the reception room, brushed back his shining blond hair and smiled in satisfaction.

“This room is truly beautiful.”

His gaze swept from the lace curtains embroidered with delicate patterns to the canapés decorated with elegant molding, then returned to me.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“It suits my taste perfectly from top to bottom. I want to take everything here back to Rondoris.”

Lucion smiled brightly at me.

Sitting beside me, Loic twitched his hand in irritation.

“No wonder Count Pacio praised this place so much. It would have been a shame if I never visited.”

As Lucion continued…